Uncomfortable at Home
“I’m cool for now, thanks. I’m still a little buzzed from earlier actually.”
“Well, this will help mellow you out,” he slid the drink closer to her.
“But it’s not going to help me sleep,” she argued.
“Who wants you to sleep? I certainly don’t,” he rebutted. “I told you, I’ve never been with a white girl before. Wouldn’t you want to be my first?”
“Not exactly, so if that’s what you’re thinking, I’m sorry to disappoint you.” She waved away a cloud of smoke that he blew in her direction. “While we’re at it, please stop blowing that smoke at me, too.”
“I thought you liked to party,” he puffed the pipe and blew more smoke at her. “I mean, what’s the difference if I smoke it and you drink it?”
“You can smoke it all you want, but I’m not into it right now. I do not like you trying to force it on me either, for the record. It’s werewolf blood for all I know.”
“Blood is blood, don’t you know? What do you think is in your drink?” He grabbed another chuck and plopped it into her orange juice. “I’m getting you fucked up, so let’s party.”
“I was fucked up way before you came along, and I don’t need your help in the process,” her voice began to reflect her anger. “I’m not into werewolves after living with one, but I’m not trying to say anything if that’s what you’re into. I’m trying to go to sleep though, so you can stop putting stuff in my drink now. I’m not interested in partying.”
Inching closer to her on the couch, he blew more smoke at her. “Look at those girls on the TV, don’t you want to try some of that?”
“I’ve tried it before, and I’m not interested in showing off my skills at the moment. Thanks, but no thanks. I really need to be getting to bed.” She started to get up, but he grabbed her hand and pulled her back down.
“You have to stay here with me until your roommate gets back,” he grinned. “You don’t want me to steal some of your stuff or something, do you?”
“If you’re such good friends with my roommate, then I don’t have anything to worry about, right? Why would you even make such a threat to me? Is this supposed to make me want to have sex with you or something? I’m not that fucked up, and you’re not going to get me that fucked up, okay?”
“I’m not trying to make you mad. I’m just curious,” the black man cooed. “Like I said, black girls are not into this type of stuff. White girls are freaky, and I have always just wanted to see for myself.”
“Why is it that every black man I meet swears up and down that he has never been with a white girl before?”
“The south is very prejudice, so they probably haven’t.”
“I’m sure there’s been a lot of white girls who have fallen for the line before, but I’m really starting to get sick of hearing it, ya know?” Anger bubbled to Black Widow’s cheeks in a crimson color. “You’d think that you guys could be just a little bit more original with a line to get a girl in the sack.”
“Okay, I just want to know what it feels like to get my dick sucked.”
“If you’re trying to tell me that you’ve never gotten your dick sucked before, then I am not buying it. If you truly have not, and you’re really that interested, then go find yourself some nice gay guy to give you a blow job. From what I hear, gay men give way better blow jobs than any girl. I mean, I don’t have a dick, so I don’t know what spots to hit on a guy. Guys have dicks, so guys know what pleases a guy most. Go find yourself a nice little gay boy to open your eyes.”
“I’m not really all into that,” the black man confessed.
“Well, I’m not really all into this, so please stop.”
“Then let’s just watch the porno,” he smiled. “Look at that fine ass.”
“The chick looks like she’s been strung out for years,” Black Widow criticized. “Somebody should feed her something besides drugs.”
“Yeah, I like a girl with a little meat on her, like you,” he eyed up Black Widow’s body like a wolf looking at his prey.
“This is not for you to check me out, watch the fucking porno already. Where the hell is my roommate?”
Almost on cue, Kieser threw open the front door, sauntering in with another large black man. “I’m going into your room,” he barked.
“What?” Black Widow answered, confused.
A moment later, Kieser popped out of Black Widows room, holding a television. Grabbing a folded curtain off of the sofa, he wrapped the television and awkwardly tried to hand it to the second black man.
“Just set it down,” the second black man ordered. “I’ll get it when I leave.”
Kieser set down the bundle and ventured into the living room with his new guest. “We’ve got the finest possible thing on this television, just for your viewing pleasure. This is my roommate, and I believe you already know my other guest.”
“I sure do,” the second black man answered. “Man, look at this little white girl go. You know, I’ve never been with a white girl before.”
“Here we go again,” Black Widow sighed. “You know, it’s really late. Don’t y’all have to work in the morning?”
“Everyone will be leaving in a bit, don’t worry,” Kieser soothed. “We just have a little business to attend to first.”
The new guest spilled tiny red rocks onto the table, and eager hands packed up a pipe to be passed around. Each guy took his turn hitting the pipe and blowing the smoke in the direction of Black Widow.
“I really don’t appreciate this, guys, and I really must be going to bed,” Black Widow whimpered, her head pounded like a parade was marching through it, and she fought to keep control of herself, feeling the vomit threatening to rise.
“Can’t you tell us what it’s like to be with a white girl?”
“Why don’t you demonstrate to us live what these girls are doing on this porno?”
“Would you let a guy stick his dick in your ass like that? Does it really get a girl off?”
“I’ve never been with a white girl before, so I’m just curious.”
“Black girls don’t do that type of stuff.”
“Look at your fine silky skin, just like milk.”
“You have a little meat on your body, don’t you? I like having something to hold onto.”
“I’ve never given oral to a girl before, but I would be willing to try with you. Aren’t you curious to see how I would be at giving oral?”
“I’ve never tried it either, but I would bet that she tastes damn good.”
“Why are you scooting away from us? Get closer…”
“Enough!” Black Widow cried out. “I’m going to bed!” Throwing her cover onto the floor, Black Widow leaped to her feet.
“Wow! Look at that dress and those fishnets. Spin around and let us see your outfit before you leave.”
“That’s a new dress, isn’t it?” Kieser asked politely. “It’s nice. Is that velvet?”
“Yes, it’s velvet,” Black Widow snapped. She spun around for the group, as if she was playing Simon Says. “There! Happy? Now I’m going to bed. The sun is coming up, so I suggest all of you do the same. Goodnight everyone. It was nice meeting you both, now I’m out of here.”
Storming into her room, Black Widow locked her French doors, sighed and began to undress. Hearing a noise in the direction of her door, Black Widow approached slowly, eyeing an eyeball peeping in at her. “Excuse me, but you can leave now. Kieser! Please tell your guests to stop watching me undress!”
Faintly, she heard Kieser mumble about how it’s not nice to watch her, but the eyeball did not move from the crack between the French doors. Giving up, she kicked the door, causing it to hit the nose pressed up to the other side of it, hearing a slight “umph” on contact. She turned off her light and walked over to her bed. Pulling the covers over her, she finished undressing under the comfort of her blankets.
As she tried to sleep, she heard passing conversation of the fiends wanting to score more foreign blood, then came the inevitable knocks at her door.
“Can we use your phone? Are you asleep? We know that you’re not sleeping. Just unlock your door, so we can use your phone. Are you mad? What did I do? I know you’re not sleeping. Just let me use your phone, and I’ll leave you alone. I need to call my boss. Why won’t you answer me? You’re not a good fake, because I know you’re awake. Come on, you bitch! Let me use your phone!”
Curling up with the blankets around her head and a dagger in her hands, Black Widow tried to sleep between the shouts. Closing her eyes tightly, eventually, sleep took hold.
In the afternoon, Black Widow awoke, again, to no electricity and no running water. Shuffling to the kitchen, she rummaged through the cupboards, searching for something to concoct. Eyes spying potatoes, Black Widow turned on the gas stove, igniting a flame with a lighter. Pouring olive oil and spices into a pan, she sliced up small red potatoes and began to cook her meal.
As her breakfast sizzled, she moseyed to her bedroom, getting dressed for the day, cursing how she could not shower and returning to the stove. Flipping around the browned potatoes, she grabbed a paper plate and dished herself out a portion, just as the front door opened. Kieser was home.
“Would you like some potatoes that I cooked?”
“It smells good,” Kieser noted, “but I just ate some fast food,” smiling blood. “I’m full, but thank you.”
“Did you go to work today?”
“That’s where I just got in from.”
Black Widow ate her meal, as Kieser poked around in his room. He reappeared in the living room after she had finished her meal.
Walking into the living room reluctantly, Black Widow spoke softly. “Listen, we have to talk.”
“You’re right, we do,” Kieser agreed.
“I just wanted to say that I felt really uncomfortable last night,” Black Widow began. “I mean, I didn’t know that you were into werewolf blood, and I’m not saying anything about that…”
He cut her off. “What are you talking about? You put the stuff in your drink!”
“That dude put the stuff in my drink, and as soon as I figured out that it was not human or vampire, I stopped drinking it. I see that you finished off the drink I left though.”
“There was only a sip left!”
“I’m not talking about that,” Black Widow struggled to keep her voice calm. “What concerns me is how you put in a porno and left me alone with a strange werewolf-intoxicated black guy.”
“You’re blowing this all out of proportion,” Kieser said coolly.
“I’m not finished,” Black Widow snapped.
“I don’t care. We should not even be having this conversation, because nothing happened to you, did it?”
“No,” Black Widow agreed, “but what if it did? I didn’t know that guy, and who’s to say that he would not have tried to rape me or something?”
“Me, because he’s my friend.”
“He may be your friend,” Black Widow explained, “but I didn’t know him, and all I’m saying is that I felt uncomfortable.”
“You? You felt uncomfortable? You, the one who prides herself on being such a bad ass?” Kieser howled sarcastically. “You’re the one who twirled around to show off your new dress to us. You didn’t take out the porno when I put it in. When I came home, the porno was still on!”
“Yeah, because I didn’t want to get up from under the covers. I didn’t want anyone to see what I had on!”
“Then why did you hop up and show off what you were wearing?” Kieser demanded.
“Because I was going to sleep! You’re the one who kept harassing me, not letting me go to sleep, because you wanted more werewolf blood!”
“I was trying to call my boss!” Kieser stood up in rage. “Who the fuck do you think you are anyways? Who are you to criticize my life? Do you remember how we met? You’re nothing but a little slut! I never wanted to have sex with you, but when you were into it, I didn’t turn down an orgasm.”
Black Widow’s face reddened. “What are you talking about? Who’s the one who left me for another girl? You flirted with girls in front of me three different times, then said that you were not interested in me anymore, just because I would not let you put it in my ass. I had you cook dinner for a rock star, a blood dealer and a doctorate student who all want to get me in the sack, and I’ve never been with any of them. What the fuck are you talking about? How does that make me a slut, just because I made the mistake of liking you?”
“What does this have to do with anything?” Kieser asked with a look of annoyed boredom.
“It has to deal with me being left alone with a werewolf blooded black guy who kept blowing smoke at me like I was a dog or something,” Black Widow’s voice raised. “Why did you put in a porno and leave me alone? Just so you could get more werewolf blood? You brought back another black guy to watch pornos and sell you foreign blood, but you didn’t even have money to buy it. You fucking traded him a TV, and I know that you were trying to trade me for that nasty dog blood! Too bad for you, I didn’t go for it.”
“Don’t flatter yourself. He gave me blood just for the chance of getting with you,” Kieser smiled. “You didn’t have to do anything. All he wanted was a chance at a white girl, so I left you alone with him to see if he could mack your slutty ass.”
“Fuck you,” Black Widow growled. “What if I was your daughter? What if your daughter had been in that situation?”
“You just make a big mistake you fucking bitch,” Kieser snapped. “Don’t bring my daughter into this, because she will never be anything like you, you fucking whore.”
“Oh yeah? They say that kids are supposed to be worse than their parents. You’re the one who said that her mother is a bloody addict. With her father as a blood head, what kind of life do you think she’s going to have? It very well could be her in a situation like mine.”
“Fuck you!” Kieser rushed at Black Widow, pulling a drape down, wrapping it around her head. Throwing her back into the chair, he knocked her head into the wooden arm of a chair and pounced on top of her. Pinning down her arms with one hand, he punched her in the knee, what he knew to be her weak spot.
Having no other shot open, Black Widow kicked Kieser in the nuts and scrambled out from under the weight of his body. Limping into her bedroom, Black Widow snatched her double-edged dagger and shoved it into her pocket.
Kieser appeared in her doorway, and she went to meet him, backing him out into the living room.
“Why are you coming after me?” Black Widow pleaded, “I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“You’re trying to say that I did something wrong, and I didn’t.”
“You had two niggers in here, smoking werewolf blood and watching pornos. It made me uncomfortable, and that’s all I was trying to say.”
“Keep your voice down,” Kieser barked. “The whole neighborhood can hear you.”
“Let them listen. I’m not scared of them hearing what I have to say. Are you? I wasn’t the one trading a television for foreign blood. I wasn’t the one trying to offer up my roommate just for a fucking hit of blood that I was too lazy to find a victim for on the street!”
“Shut your fucking mouth, whore!” Kieser rushed at Black Widow again, knocking her back onto the couch. As they wrestled about, the dagger popped up out of Black Widow’s pocket. “What the fuck is this? Why do you have a knife? You think you are going to stab me?”
“I grabbed it, because you’re scaring me, and I did not feel safe around you. You’ve been on a three-day foreign blood binge, haven’t you? How can I feel safe around a bubbled blood head? Give me the knife!”
Fighting for control of the dagger, Kieser punched Black Widow in her arm to make her muscle release. Upon getting control of the object, Kieser pulled the weapon out of its leather case and rushed at her.
“What are you doing? Why are you attacking me with my own knife?” Black Widow begged for an explanation.
“Nobody comes at me with a knife and lives to tell about it!”
“I didn’t come at you with it! It was never even in my hand, only in my pocket! So why the fuck are you attacking me with it now? What did I do? I’m not the one who invited niggers into my house to smoke dog blood! I’m not the one who put on a porno and left you alone to be raped! Think about it! Now you want to kill me? Add murder to your reputation, because that’s something your kids can be proud of.”
“You wouldn’t be the first, bitch! Nobody pulls a weapon on me!”
“I never pulled it on you,” Black Widow reminded. “You’re the one coming at me with it!”
“Fine!” Kieser threw the dagger into the wood floor, sinking it an inch-and-a-half deep, before disappearing into his room.
Black Widow pulled at the dagger, trying to pry it from the floor while catching her breath. Just as the object came free, she turned around to find Kieser with a knife of his own.
“Now it’s fair; we both have knives,” Kieser smiled crazily.
“What’s fair? The fact that you’re on a dog binge trying to kill me? For no reason, I might add. What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Is there reason in your head right now?”
“Look, I have a scratch on my shoulder,” Kieser exposed an unbleeding scratch on his shoulder without taking his eyes off of Black Widow. “I’m the one with a mark on me, not you; therefore, you will go to jail if I call the cops. Now, either you can go to jail, or I can kill you. What would you like it to be? You’re too young to handle any charges with the police, but I have nothing to live for. I haven’t seen my kids in over five years, so I don’t have them to live for. Jail is like a second home to me, so try it. Come at me, and I’ll kill you.”
“Take one step towards me, and I’ll slit your throat,” Black Widow threatened, holding her dagger with the grip of death. The weapon escaped her clutches once, but she would not lose it a second time. Her eyes sunk deep into the vein of his juggler, not moving from the desired location of the knife as he danced around the room screaming at her.
“You don’t have the guts,” he dared her. “You wouldn’t be able to handle the jail time.”
“Try me,” she dared back with a dark voice, like a demon speaking through her, “because the cops would never find your ass. I’m not scared, and I will kill you if you try to hurt me. I’ll eat you whole. You’ve already put me in danger, and now you are coming at me with a knife. Make the move, and you will be dead.”
“See, now you’re threatening to kill me!”
“I’m threatening to kill you, because you first came at me with a knife, then went and got a second knife and are threatening me again. I’m not the one on a three-day dog blood binge, so let’s call the cops for you to get tested. Let’s see who goes to jail. Try me.”
“So now you’re going to call the cops?” Kieser’s voice heightened with realization.
“Not if you put down that fucking knife and get the fuck away from me right now. Come at me, and I’ll kill you.”
“Then go call your boy to pick you up, because you don’t live here anymore, you fucking whore.”
“That’s right asshole, because this was my last night here to begin with. I’m just so happy that you got to end it on such a delightful note. Get the fuck away from me.” Black Widow spun on her heel and marched into her room. Locking her French doors, she picked up her cell phone and hit send, calling Brad. When he answered, she was shaking from the rush of adrenaline. “Come get me, now!”
“I’m on my way; are you okay,” Brad asked, concerned.
“Just get here as soon as you can, yesterday if possible.” Black Widow clicked the phone shut and gathered her purse. Looking around the room, she snatched her new dress, shoes, her already packed bathroom bag and phone charger, shoving everything into a plastic bag. She thought to herself how useless all her possessions were, thinking that they could burn and she would miss her books the most. Safety was her only concern at the moment.
Within minutes, she heard the beep of Brad’s horn. Rushing out the door with her bag, she hopped in the car and ordered, “drive!”
“What happened?”
“I was just attacked by a doggy blood head,” Black Widow quickly relayed the incident of the evening. “The fucked up thing is that I should have left last night, but I still have not heard from Lizzy. I’ve been gone from Key West too long. If we would have left when we were supposed to, none of this would have happened, and I could have left this house and this city on a peaceful note. Why does New Orleans always have to be chaos? It won’t even let me leave without giving me a challenge. I can’t even go back to my house to get my stuff, ya know? I don’t want to be there alone.”
“I don’t want you to be there either. Do you want to get a room or something? I’ll get you a room, because I don’t want you to go back there,” Brad pleaded.
“We’ll figure something out; I just want to be away from there for now,” Black Widow sighed.
“You’re safe now,” Brad soothed.
DOES BLACK WIDOW…
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